Moon Black Wind Gao Aunt Haunted

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"Brother Hu, what are you doing so late?"

The photographer was sitting on the sofa at the entrance of the hotel, sorting out the camera equipment, and suddenly watched his host change into casual clothes, and hurried out.

It's past 10 o'clock in the evening.

"I can't find my certificate." The young host scratched his head in distress, "It should be missing from the ruins of "Hell in Disguise". I'll look for it."

Ordinarily speaking, this matter is quite evil. His work permit is always carried with a lanyard, and it is impossible to disappear casually. It felt like a gust of wind, and I might have lost my certificate when I put on my coat.

It was getting dark here early, and there was no one on the street. The host Ah Hue trotted to the ruins. He was about to knock on the glass of the security room and the ticket office to explain the situation, but found that the lights were off and there was no one there. .

This is troublesome, I have to find it tonight, otherwise what will I do if the cleaning lady sweeps it away the next morning?

Ah Hue thought about it for a while, and decided that his wake-up time must not be as good as that of the cleaning aunt.

In desperation, he pushed the side door, and then entered the ruins through the unshielded side door.

This is unscientific. After all, "Hell in Disguise" is the only authentic painting of the saint. Although all the murals in the ruins have been dug up in the museum, only the restored pictures remain, but it is still a famous scenic spot. Why is the security so poor?

Of course, all these doubts did not stop Ah Huo from moving forward. As a young host who has not yet become a regular, these are not things he should worry about.

According to memory, Ah Hue came to the very center of the ruins, which was where the temple was located, but from a distance, the windows with slightly yellow lights flickered, but Ah Huo was taken aback for a moment.

"... anyone?"

This shouldn't be, even if someone is guarding them, they should stay in the security room, even if they are on routine patrols, they will only turn on the flashlight. You know, this kind of light will cause "light fading" to the murals.

The young host lowered his head and thought for a while, then walked decisively towards the light.

That was the location of the main hall. Ah Huo walked to the door, hesitated for a moment, and went in anyway, but as soon as he caught his eye, he saw a figure from behind.

It seems to be a young female student, who is wearing a Hanfu that has been revived recently. At first glance, Ah Hu can't tell what kind of style it is. It feels a bit like the Tang Dynasty, and it has a Wei-Jin style, but his attention is fast. It's just the girl's movements that are scattered.

Holding a pen, she seemed to be drawing something on the mural.

Although the original "Hell in Disguise" is only the size of a palm and has been stripped off and kept in the museum, as the site of the original work, a modern painter was invited to copy the restoration picture on the wall with paint. The value is far less than the real thing, but it is still immoral to scribble on it, Ah Huo frowned slightly, intending to step forward to stop it.

He stepped up the steps at the door, but... as he walked, he felt that something was wrong. The concrete steps under his feet turned into stone, and the electric lights embedded in the temple disappeared at some point, which was used to maintain the order of tourists. The tourist-only channel pulled by the red ribbon has also disappeared.

Ah Huo’s footsteps stopped, he raised his head, the murals on the wall were different from what he remembered before, the brightness and harsh contrast of the paint gradually faded, as if some colors had faded, and became softer and more pleasing to the eye. Ah Hu doesn't know how to paint, if any old director who has studied "Hell in Disguise" for a lifetime is here, he will definitely shout a miracle... because the lines, painting styles, and techniques of the murals that are displayed in front of us are exactly the same as the real ones .

"This place is closed...Come tomorrow." Ah Hue's tone was a bit timid, because he felt something was wrong the moment he opened his mouth. Why would a suspicious woman suddenly appear in front of the ruins late at night? Thinking of this, Ah Hue's back Cold, a burst of cold air from the heel to the back of the neck.It's not his fault, after all, this is the site of "Hell in Disguise". If it was some other landscape mural, he wouldn't be so cowardly.

Qingtu ignored this passer-by who suddenly appeared, and didn't even give him a look. She sat on the ground, holding a worn-out brush in her hand, and drew something on the wall, but she didn't know that her posture was through the fleeting years and reincarnation. He looked very much like the young painter in white clothes back then.

The color of the murals has indeed faded. This time Ah Huo confirmed that he was not mistaken just now. The murals on the wall are slowly fading and fading, as if dissipating after years of wind and rain. It's like being in the wind, but in the center in front of the girl, there are faint colors on the wall, as if... something is about to break out of its shell.

Ah Huo cast his eyes seriously on the mural. What he didn't realize was that the woman's black dress also faded along with the color of the mural, just like makeup that had been soaked by rain. The big Bianhua flowers on the top gradually disappeared, revealing the original sky and water, leaving only bloody water on the ground.

With the final touch, the masterpiece of the master who had been hidden in the hell for thousands of years under the mural finally lifted the veil and appeared in front of the world... although this "world" is only Ah Hu.

He looked at the wall in front of him in bewilderment, and opened his mouth unconsciously. This painting had too much impact on him. No painting he saw in the museum had ever given him such a feeling.

The goddess who was born in Luoshui turned out to be born out of nowhere. Her ethereal face is a beauty that does not belong to the world. Is this the shock that ordinary people can imagine?

Inside and outside the painting, the goddesses created by the same person look at each other from a distance. One fell into the abyss of hell and dissipated forever with time with regret, while the other lost her name and lived ignorantly and recklessly.

It's all just a trick of good fortune.Ah Hue felt poked by someone, which made him wake up from the state of shock to loss of consciousness. However, just a few minutes of deep sinking made him feel like he was out of strength after staying up all night. It is false.

"...Ah?" He still didn't react, he turned his head to look at Qingtu foolishly, and asked her what's the matter.Qingtu's face was hazy in Ah Hu's eyes, so he didn't realize for a moment that this woman was exactly like the person in the painting.

She pointed to the wall and turned to ask him, "How?" She was very clear about the significance of the master's work, but when she worked as "Hell in Disguise", she heard the high praise and praise from various dynasties, countries and experts. Evaluation, but... She has never heard of people's evaluation of her real body, this "Luo Shen Fu Picture".

After all, she has lived as hell in disguise for so long, but she only has a few minutes to be her true self.

"There's nothing to say, really... there's nothing to say." Even as a host who just graduated and was an intern in his senior year, Ah Hue is also an eloquent guy, but facing this master work, he also came over. It took a long time to find my voice.

There is a saying, but Naihe himself is not educated, and when he said "fucking" to the world, Ah Hue turned his head solemnly, gave a thumbs up with a serious expression, and slowly spit out a word...

"Hang."

It was really too much, so that a long time later, after Ah Hu became the famous talker of the program group "Twelve Hu", he had a rather weird hobby, that is, he was particularly keen on commenting on some calligraphy, painting and calligraphy on his personal account, and he was very fond of it. Have unique insights.

It's just that, after seeing countless paintings by famous artists, and the evaluations given are becoming more and more professional in terms of language, but the surprise brought by them is far less than this time.

After saying this word, Ah Hu's eyes continued to linger on the mural, completely unaware that he was around him, and Qingtu showed complicated eyes after listening to his evaluation.

After a while, Ah Hue suddenly felt something stuffed in his hand. He looked down and saw that it was an old writing brush... that's right, it was the one she was holding to write and draw on the wall just now.

"You..." Ah Hue was a little dazed, he looked at Qingtu in a daze, and just wanted to ask something, but saw her bowing slightly, then gradually faded and disappeared...

Huo: ...

Wait, did this woman just disappear?

A living person so big just now...disappeared just like that?Ah Huo's throat moved, and he swallowed the scream that hung next to his throat.He squatted down by himself with a blank expression on his face. He looked calm on the surface, but he was actually flustered inside.

Taking out his mobile phone, Ah Huo opened the chat group of the hosts, wanting to ask for help, but after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't tell the truth about this matter.

You can't just ask "what do you guys do? I've run into a ghost.", right?

Ah Huo thought for a while, and began typing:

Twelve Humor (travel program): I just ran into a beautiful woman with a perfect score, and she gave me a writing brush. What does it mean?

Twelve Humor (Travel Program):【Picture】

Huantian (children's program): She may be implying that you are a bad-pen.

Shi Pai (variety show): She may be implying that you are a bad-pen.

Tu Huan (film and television program): She may be implying that you are a bad-pen.

Old talk (people's livelihood program): She may be implying that you are a bad-pen.

Ah Hue turned off the screen silently, feeling that there is no way to chat any more this day...

"Brother, what are you doing?" The security guard who had been missing for a whole night suddenly appeared, he looked at the brush in Ah Hu's hand vigilantly, and then asked seriously, "Say, did you leave it here and write it all this time?" ?”

"Heaven and earth conscience, brother, I came here to interview yesterday during the day, have you forgotten?"

"Next door is the group of Feitian murals. If you don't go to interview, you come to interview in this small, shitty temple. Who will believe it?"

"...Are you kidding me? This is the site of the original "Hell in Disguise". The only authentic one of the painting saint was found here. You tell me this is a small ruined temple?"

The security guard fell silent. He looked at Ah Hu in a daze, and then pointed back at the wall. On the wall, the magnificent restoration map of hell in disguise and the beautiful mural restored from the blue map had disappeared, leaving only The sparse inscriptions of some literati in the Ming and Qing Dynasties look disorganized and unaesthetic.

"Which one of "Hell in Disguise" are you talking about?"

…………

"Hell in disguise" is finally gone.

And the disguised form of hell also disappeared together.

Whether it is on the Internet, books, newspapers, magazines, videos and other cultural carriers, "Hell in Disguise" has become annihilated in history and has not been handed down as a legend...

However, there are still many people who insist that she existed, or that she still exists.

This belief has persisted for a long time. It has been so long that the collapsed shrine on Oeyama has been rebuilt. It has been so long that Aihua and Yuyi have watched Peppa Pig over and over again; so long that the willow tree in Honmaru keeps growing. She looked down on Honmaru and regained the height of No.1 in Honmaru; it was so long... well, she couldn't remember.

Anyway, she opened her eyes again.

She slept very soundly during this long sleep, and the fluffy white stork dozed in a ball beside her ear. She got out of bed, hugged the white stork and opened the door in a daze.

Outside the house, Yan Mo, the lord of hell, was rarely sitting on the cloud. She walked over with a smile, knelt down on one knee in front of her, and congratulated her on her real birth.

The black and white boys behind Ghost Shihei and Ghost Shibai secretly raised their heads to look at her, and the white boy's pants that didn't match his jacket made her take a second look.

Hmm, although my memory is fuzzy, but...it seems to be a good thing I did.

She continued to walk forward, crossing the long Naihe Bridge, surrounded by big Bianhua flowers, and the blue skirt of the sky and water looked like broken waves on the seashore.

Bai Tongzi tugged at the corner of Ghost Shibai's clothes, and asked in a low voice, "Is this still the same person from before?"

Ghost Messenger Bai made a silent gesture, while Ghost Messenger Hei raised his head, looked at the back until it disappeared, and then gave an ambiguous answer.

"Maybe, maybe not."

She sneaked on the edge of the corridor of hell, sideways to make way for Meng Po who was riding Yaya rampantly, and along the junction of the sea and the land, she had a long eye-to-eye with the pink-clothed god standing on the rock.

Afterwards, she traveled to many places. She went to see the places she had been to, the places she hadn’t been to, and the places she wanted to go when she was a disguised hell.After another crop of flowers bloomed and withered, she searched and searched, and came to the last place.

In front of the tomb of the father of curator He, the old dean who studied "Hell in Disguise" all his life, the photo on the tombstone still uses the old man's appearance when he was young. He is wearing a fine white shirt and thick glasses. An honest man with firm eyes.

She squatted down and looked at the words engraved on the tombstone, but a line of words on it made her stunned:

"I have restored and studied countless cultural relics throughout my life, and made a great contribution to the restoration of Wu Daozi's only authentic work "Hell in Disguise"..."

It's really difficult for an ordinary person to still remember her past existence. Faintly, she heard the whispers of the elderly and children who came to present flowers not far away:

"Before he died, Fei insisted that he restored Wu Daozi's disguised form of hell... How can there be such a painting in the world, what a fool... Our brother is really good, and he actually wrote it on the epitaph for the old father... ...and not afraid of being said to claim meritorious service.”

Her voice gradually faded, she turned her head to look at the direction where the elderly and children were leaving, stopped and stood for a long time, and suddenly... she didn't want to travel anymore.

Forget it, let's go home.

"Did a girl stay in front of our father's tombstone for a long time just now?"

The two muttering people turned their heads and took a look, only to find that there was no one in front of the tomb.

No one noticed, the breeze blew, and the strings of stone powder on the tombstone were blown away one after another, and a line of newly engraved characters appeared in the corner without a sound:

"...and the only work handed down to the world by the master Huang Fuzhen, "Luo Shen Fu Tu""

Fireworks rise into the night sky, but disappear after a short while, but it is undeniable that they once lit up the night sky.

……

The gate of Honmaru has never been locked since its owner left, even if the men of swords know... If their God-inspector really wants to come back, a lock cannot stop her.

She pushed open the door, and Honmaru still looked familiar. The willows were fluttering with catkins, and the furry seemed to make the temperature rise a bit. Within a few seconds, her appearance... made all the men with swords stop their hands live.

Chiyokanmaru put down the hoe in his hand, stepped on the seedlings he had just planted, and ran over. Short knives also came out from all directions, but they were timid and did not dare to approach her, but they all looked at her eagerly. Watching California Qingguang run out with a whole body of fragrant spices, looking around and finally seeing her figure, both of them were red-eyed.

The window of the castle tower on the second floor was opened, Yuzao was wearing a bathrobe, poked his head out lazily, and looked at her quietly from above, and finally couldn't help but slightly curled the corners of his mouth, he closed the window and turned his gaze away ... This house has just been used to it, and it seems that it will be returned to its true owner.

I don't know what happened, but Dajun and Xiaohumaru were the last ones to get the news. When they arrived, there were already many men with swords and swords surrounding her. Everyone looked at her eagerly. Say nothing.

"you……"

The jungler opened his mouth, but he couldn't utter a single word. The person in front of him was much stranger, but the spiritual power connected with his blood made him unable to hold back the tears.

You are finally back.

In the end, it was Xiaohumaru who opened his mouth. He rolled up the sleeves of his hunting clothes, bowed down and saluted.

"Master... welcome home."

The verdant willow branches are swaying, and the willow leaves are tinged with blue, just like the branch caught in the letter paper thousands of years ago, which really makes people feel affectionate.

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The author has something to say: Sha-bi, the author first of all would like to thank everyone for accompanying me to witness the growth of this book. Writing this article was actually my lowest point. I've come so far, with you, I really won't be afraid anymore.

I conceived Qing Tu from the very beginning, it was the painting of Huangfu Zhen, and then bear the name of the painting of the enemy, and exist in the world in a muddle. The end of a good person is not good, but the villain can really leave a name for thousands of history... In the end, "Hell in Disguise" was completely erased from people's memory, and disappeared completely, and Huang Fuzhen's "Luo Shen Fu Tu" did the same Disappeared, probably because Qingtu thought... such a world might not be worthy of this painting, (it is definitely not what Ah Huo said!!)

The drug seller gave Qingtu two choices, one was a dilapidated writing brush that represented "reason", if he chose Yuchai, the ending might be different.

In the next article, I will choose between "Baifan Forum" and "Midlife Crisis". I should maybe double update for a period of time (cuckoo), and then choose the one with the most collections and favorites to stabilize Update, the author of Sha-bi is tired this time, the author of Sha-bi doesn’t want to abuse anymore, the author of Sha-bi just wants to hahahaha, so please feel free to eat it.

Also, this article is just the end of the main text, so don’t be in a hurry to withdraw, there are also Tamamo-mae and Miko episodes, Benbei episodes, and Da Yekemaru episodes that are not over yet, don’t leave! ! ! ! ! ~